Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Jiang Jingzhi has been in a bad mood lately because she has discovered that Shen Qibai has begun to slip out of her control.

He could complete the task without having to pick up the goods himself, but that wasn't what she wanted to see.

She could only accept two outcomes: either Shen Qibai would stay in America forever with the money, or he would die there when he went to pick up the goods.

As a result, she can no longer monitor his whereabouts.

Song Zhenkuan sighed as he looked at Jiang Jingzhi, whose face was dark: "Why don't we let Ayin choose for herself? He doesn't seem like the type to hurt Ayin."

Jiang Jingzhi sneered, "Have you forgotten what happened last time?"

Song Zhenkuan dared not speak and silently drank his tea.

Recently, a new company suddenly opened in City A, and it's been competing with the Song family for projects everywhere. She has to deal with this matter while also keeping an eye on Shen Qibai.

Jiang Jingzhi slapped Song Zhenkuan's arm hard: "It's no use at all."

Song Zhenkuan touched his arm, feeling wronged. How could adults interfere in children's affairs?

The weather has been getting colder lately, especially at night, when the temperature drops too quickly.

Song Xianyin was wearing a coat, and she felt her face stinging from the cold wind.

She opened the door and looked into the dark living room, suddenly feeling a sense of foreboding.

She instinctively tried to back out, but the next second she was pulled into the room and the door slammed shut.

The man's movements were large, but he didn't hurt her at all. Just as Song Xianyin was about to take out the knife from her bag, she smelled a familiar scent.

She was momentarily distracted when the sudden kiss caught her off guard. Her lips were suddenly sealed by his, and the force of his kiss was extremely rough, as if he was venting something.

Their breaths mingled as he placed Song Xianyin on the shoe rack, one hand protecting her head, the other tightly gripping her waist as if trying to embed her into his embrace.

"Hmm..." Song Xianyin breathed softly, she was having some trouble breathing, and she couldn't help but reach out and push him.

He seemed to be angered by her rejection, and he pried open her teeth and went deep into her mouth, kissing her hard and urgently.

Song Xianyin was in so much pain that tears welled up in her eyes. She sobbed softly, and he kissed her eyes, kissing her all the way down her body.

The rain outside pattered against the window, making a soft, rhythmic sound, which mingled with the sobs and breathing sounds from inside the room, creating an extremely ambiguous atmosphere.

Song Xianyin's mind went blank from the kiss. In her dazed state, she felt as if Shen Qibai had fed her something, and her eyelids slowly grew heavy.

In the instant she fainted, she finally saw Shen Qibai's face clearly; his eyes were full of longing as he looked at her.

"Baby……"

Song Xianyin's consciousness slowly faded. Did her brother like her too...?

When Song Xianyin woke up, she found that her eyes were covered and her hands and feet were tied.

She shifted uncomfortably, when Shen Qibai's voice suddenly came from inside the room: "Are you trying to run away?"

His voice was filled with suppressed anger: "Ayin, who are you planning to ask for help? Qiu Xingyi, who can be scared away by a Pomeranian?"

Song Xianyin lowered her head in silence, her voice tinged with sadness: "The chains are so cold."

Shen Qibai paused for a moment, glanced silently at the iron chain, and walked out of the room.

He returned a few minutes later, carrying scissors, soft fabric, and a sewing kit.

He grabbed Song Xianyin's wrist; the iron chain was too cold, and her hand was also a little cold. Shen Qibai felt extremely guilty.

He forgot to wrap the chain properly with cloth; it must be uncomfortable for Ayin to wear it.

But he still didn't say anything. He loosened the chain on Song Xianyin's left hand and began to hem the chain with cloth.

"Brother, when did you get back?" Song Xianyin asked.

Shen Qibai gently kissed her wrist: "Ayin, don't make me angry."

She wanted to find out something else.

Song Xianyin choked up. What was wrong with her now? She was just asking.

Shen Qibai moved quickly, and the chains soon stopped being cold on her hands.

"Brother, I miss you. I want to see you," Song Xianyin asked tentatively.

Shen Qibai remained silent until Song Xianyin thought he wouldn't answer her, at which point he spoke: "Ayin, I can't look you in the eye."

He knew she hated him, so he let her continue to hate him.

"Brother, you kissed me yesterday, do you like me?" Song Xianyin's ears turned slightly red.

Although she couldn't see him, she could feel Shen Qibai's gaze fixed on her, almost piercing through her.

Shen Qibai looked at her with her head down, her brows furrowed, and her breathing somewhat rapid. He knew she hated him, and if he removed the blindfold, her beautiful eyes would look at him with disgust.

Just thinking about that scene made Shen Qibai feel an excruciating pain.

“I like you, Ayin,” Shen Qibai said with a light laugh, his tone laced with malice.

Dislike him; at least it's better than having her gaze linger on someone else.

Song Xianyin said shyly, "Brother, I like you too."

She knew her intuition was right; her brother did indeed like her.

Shen Qibai looked at Song Xianyin, who was forcing a smile, and his eyes reddened. Could she really humiliate herself by saying such things in order to escape?

Shen Qibai didn't want to continue talking to her; staying any longer would only cause him pain.

Song Xianyin felt his warm breath on her neck. Shen Qibai's tone was full of threat: "You can't escape, Ayin. I will keep you trapped here forever."

Song Xianyin nodded subconsciously.

Shen Qibai's eyes were filled with gloom as he looked down at Song Xianyin, who was tied to the bed.

Ah Yin belongs to him, and no one is allowed to take her away from him.

Shen Qibai covered Song Xianyin with the blanket, then went to the kitchen to cook with a cold face.

The police have already contacted him once; it was the Song family who reported it. But so what?

Shen Qibai was washing vegetables when he paused for a moment.

Ah Yin must be scared being alone in the room, since she can't see anything.

He put down the groceries he was holding, picked up his tablet, selected a divorce reality show, and went into the room.

Song Xianyin was lost in thought when she suddenly heard the sound of a variety show playing in the room.

"elder brother?"

Shen Qibai put the tablet far away and then ran into the kitchen.

Song Xianyin sighed. What is her brother doing? Does he like playing this kind of thing? It seems even more... than Qiu Xingyi's.

Shen Qibai was carefully simmering the soup. He had already mastered his cooking skills and wanted to stay with Ayin like this for the rest of his life.

"Brother, I want to drink water!"

Soon he heard Song Xianyin's howl, and Shen Qibai hurriedly wiped his hands with a tissue.

He forgot to give Ayin water; she hasn't had any water since last night.

The guilt he felt towards Song Xianyin was overwhelming Shen Qibai.

He quickly fed Song Xianyin water, then hurriedly ran back to the kitchen.

The soup he made for Ayin!